Summer grass shot coarse uniform, child felt
We were dressed for play dates in white velcro shoes. three straps ensure maximum grip thick soles support a growing foot Like minded parents chat, right minded children listen; games made from manufactured mistakes Pride based on the frequencies shoes hiss on and off we plot shoes strapped and unstrapped prepared for a musical down beat.
II Distracted A triad concludes three freshly adhered straps simultaneously ripped apart I begin to run without readhesion. left foot first out fought confinement followed by its pair too late to return and soil drenched socks removed grass filled the voids. Trapped in moments of necessity one must complete actions already in motion I lost interest in returning to rubberized support
III Rebellion came easy with Velcro shoes and I became fluent in dismounting from what were taught to be structures of protection and stabilization. Barefoot I began to unearth a new image for the fields in which my childhood revolved around. until the day I came home with dirt under my toenails and hookworm on my sole. My velcro shoes were promptly discarded Dad taught me to tie a knot
IV Would I call you my Brother? A dirty veil stuck to my figures lost in your image the fields where I once played your courtrooms The trees where I swung your prisons I want to forget to remember but I once would have met your requirements and can not evade the question. Crosses you burnt left ash under my nails